IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free,   The holy time is quiet as a Nun   Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea:   Listen! the mighty Being is awake,   And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder—everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,   If thou appear untouch'd by solemn thought,   Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;   And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine,   God being with thee when we know it not.